The guy I'm sat next to smells like a thousand assholes. Ive put up with it for a few weeks now but it's got to the point where enough is enough. He's from Ireland and has just moved into a new flat so initially I put it down to him having no washing machine or needing to get his water sorted, or him not having money to buy some lynx, but after weeks the smell persists...it's that nose hair searing BO smell that seems to travel at lightspeed and head straight to the nostrils.

When I've unexpectedly got a proper nose full of it, it's actually made me gip, brought tears to my eyes and made me blurt out a little whimper which I've had to cover up by doing a little cough. It's like being hit in the face by a truck full of 12 month old unwashed vagina's. Does he not know? Can he not smell his own putrid demonic stench? Is he allergic to pit spray or something? Whats worse is i'm sat in a corner which means the only way out is to walk past this living anus whenever i need the loo, or go or a coffee, or need to help someone with something.

One of the handymen on site stinks like that. To be fair he's a busy guy but he constantly stinks, to the point where I can trace his movements throughout the building. He'd never be able to sneak up on someone, that's for sure.

I've worked for 2 years sat pretty much next to a guy who's odour can only be described as a stale, mouldy, unwashed chip-fryer. I really don't know how he smells so bad, or why he hasn't noticed, or why, despite several complaints from multiple employees has he not had a verbal warning about it.

Sometimes when he's on holiday I have to use his computer to access some code he's done, and I have to fashion finger protectors out of loo roll to be able to touch his greasy keyboard, mouse and desk, since his eating habits (multiple packets of crispy without rinsing or wiping his fingers before continuing to work) are just as bad as his stench. I also have to warn people not to sit in his chair. The state of it makes me gag.

I once had a work colleague who had bad breath. It smelt like he'd been chewing on turds and it was that bad that if you walked into the office, it stank the room out.

My boss at the time had enough of it, so he called the bloke in, sat him down and said, "I've called you in here because your breath stinks. I want to help you, not only for your sake but for ours as well because at the moment it smells like you've been eating shit. Here's a toothbrush, toothpaste, mouthwash and a leaflet I picked up from my dentist."